Chapter 95: Don't You Have a Good Death?
With the help of this meeting, Huang San talked about his plan, in order to effectively resist the mastermind who would attack them at any time, Huang San wanted to build a small base based on the school.
Of course, it wasn't a regular military base, and although it was named a base, it really just wanted a presence like a gathering place.
After listening to his thoughts, everyone fell into deep thought, and few people chose to join, but most did not directly refuse, but wanted to see what happened next.
If it is really as Huang San said, they all have marks on their bodies, then joining the school seems to have become their only choice, but many people still don't believe Huang San's words.
However, no one dares to be careless about things related to their own lives, and even if many people don't want to join the school, they still decide to stay and see it for the time being.
Huang San naturally knew very well what these people were thinking, but he didn't care, all he needed was some people who could do things for him.
As long as these people stay in school, then they will definitely bring benefits to him, as long as they can bring benefits, it doesn't matter whether they stay from the bottom of their hearts.
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The meeting lasted for a long time, and it didn't end until the evening, and after Huang San arranged the people, it was already close to midnight.
Perhaps it was a habit left for him before the end of the world, and he was not sleepy at night, so after coming out of the classroom, he moved a chair and went to the balcony on the top floor.
Looking down from the balcony, you can see the scene inside the school at a glance, but because it is night, many places are black holes, and you can't see it clearly.
But it doesn't matter, he just likes this condescending feeling, so even if he is in a daze, he has to find such a place to be in a daze.
"Whatever your dogs do?"
Lu Ming also appeared on the balcony, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked at Huang San's eyes with some mockery.
Humans, indeed, are the most terrible creatures, living in all kinds of calculations and lies every day, and sometimes they can't even tell the truth from the false.
"It's okay, they can't run."
Huang San sat on the chair, resting his feet on the edge of the balcony, the cigarette shavings in his hands flying unscrupulously, he didn't seem to care about Lu Ming's mocking tone.
Maybe in his cognition, everything he did was right, isn't this the world like this, how can he live if he is not shrewd.
Everyone strives to live for themselves, not for others.
"But I don't think it's going to be useful." Lu Ming shook his head and looked at the location of the former research institute from afar, as if he wanted to see some people through the shady scenes: "Before you, I met a person who also wanted to establish a base, he had the same goal as you, but compared to him, you don't even have someone you can trust." β
Huang San turned his head and stared at Lu Ming's cheeks, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Even though I gathered them, I never thought of getting any help from them." Huang San laughed, and his tone was a little inexplicable: "Mr. Lu, don't you think the feeling of enslaving others is wonderful?" β
Shrugging his shoulders, Lu Ming did not respond to Huang San's words, but stood on the edge of the balcony, not knowing what he was thinking.
The atmosphere was a little silent, as if he had been disturbed, Huang San extinguished the cigarette in his hand and stood up.
"Come back, it's late, I'll have to get up early tomorrow to take care of my pets, they bleed so much today, maybe they won't be able to survive tonight." After that, Huang San turned around and walked towards the building, and when he pushed open the balcony door, his footsteps suddenly stopped and turned his head: "By the way, Mr. Lu, I wish us a happy cooperation in the future?" β
There was no response from the balcony, and Lu Ming seemed as if he hadn't heard it, but Huang San didn't expect any response, anyway, it was difficult for a person like him to gain the recognition and acceptance of others.
But this kind of thing, he doesn't care.
Begging for the approval of others is something that only the weak do.
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At six o'clock the next morning, Huang San pushed open the classroom door, although he slept late yesterday, it did not delay him from getting up early.
However, it is true that a place like a classroom is not suitable for sleeping, and it seems that he has to put on his schedule to clean up the dormitory building in advance, so he can't always work on desks, chairs and benches as he does now.
Although there was a thick bedding, it still made him feel unaccustomed.
After a brief wash, Huang San took a few bags of bread from the podium, thought about it and took another bottle of water, and then walked out of the classroom and came to the side where the office was originally located.
The office was locked, but he had the key, but when he opened the door, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes.
As if aware of it, Huang San kicked it and knocked the black shadow to the ground, and then walked into the office with a normal face, looking at the few survivors inside who looked like the living dead.
Most of these survivors are sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, the wounds on their ankles have been scarred, but they still can't be found, in fact, Huang San is very confident in his skills, if nothing else, these survivors don't want to walk in their lives.
As for the figure who was kicked away by him just now, he only ambushed to the door in advance, wanting to sneak attack when he entered the door, but how could this kind of sneak attack succeed.
It's pitiful, it's naΓ―ve.
Huang San hooked the corners of his mouth and closed the office door behind him, and the survivors saw Huang San, and their eyes showed a trace of hatred.
"I still have the strength." Huang San smacked his lips, as if to let them see clearly, and deliberately waved the bread in his hand: "Some of you don't seem to be very obedient, and besides, who asked you to untie the rope?" β
When he said the second half of the sentence, Huang San's tone was a little gloomy, and when he entered the door, he noticed the ropes scattered all over the ground, which made his originally good mood suddenly become very bad.
"Huang San, you can't die well!"
The kicked figure was lying on the ground, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the sharp pain from his body made his body shrink into a ball, but even so, he still gritted his teeth and cursed Huang San-
This is the culprit who turned them into what they are.
"Really...... But now it is me, and it is you, who have been crippled and lying on the ground like a dead dog. Huang San snorted coldly and slowly squatted in front of the survivors, hooking his chin.
It was a face distorted by severe pain and hatred, and there was a determination in those eyes, and there was no longer a trace of desire to live.